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Honestly, I don’t need Liz’s money. I know the inn hasn’t been pulling in huge dividends–hence her need to redo her marketing, so I wouldn’t feel right taking it.
Don’t worry about it. I’m not doing it for money. I’m doing it because I am your sister.
Ronnie, come on. I have to pay you something. This isn’t personal. It’s something business related.
How about when I need a favor, you help me out?
…what kind of favor?
No idea. But be ready. It’ll be wild.
I don’t really intend on cashing in, but it will be fun to watch her stress out over it.
I don’t really like the sound of that, but okay. The second thing I wanted to tell you wasthat your house is done. You can go back whenever.
That was fast.
I guess there wasn’t as much repair work as they originally thought. But don’t worry. Jack hired an inspector to go over and check everything out, and he said everything was in great shape.
Okay, awesome. Thank you!
We talk a little bit more before she gets distracted with the whole motherhood thing and leaves me on “read”.
Of course, as soon as I get Colton to start sleeping in his own room, Drew gets sick, and then, my house is done. Guess we won’t be sleeping in the same bed after all–well, except on the weekends we spend together.
That’s okay. I definitely don’t want to wear out my welcome here with Drew and Colton. For now, it’ll be good for me to go home and let them get back to their routine.
But I’m not going anywhere until Drew is up and feeling better. I know how when I’m sick, I don’t feel like doing shit. I can’t imagine having to take care of this little ball of energy when I’m trying to get feeling better.
So, for now, I will stay.
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Are we Talking about the Same Woman?
Drew
It’s been a few days since I started feeling better and Ronnie went back to her place. I miss her like hell, but I know that she’s probably happy to be back in her own space again. She’s probably ecstatic to be in her own bed.
I feel awful that for half of the time she was with us, Colton insisted on sleeping in my bed, and then, I was sick. Sheended up riding the couch the entire time. I wanted her to feel comfortable–not feel like she was crashing at a friend’s house in college.
Since she’s been back, we haven’t seen each other much. She has been busy doing some work at her sister’s inn, and in the evenings, she’s been putting her house back in order. I offered to come help, but she said that it wasn’t cleaned up enough for Colton to come over yet. I guess the construction guys left her quite the mess.
When she first left, I worried that this whole thing with her watching Colton freaked her out to the point where she would run away. When we hadn’t seen each other in a couple of days, I thought that might be the case. But we have still been talking every night, and she still sends me texts throughout the day.
And as far as I know, we are still getting together this weekend.
I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure that happens. I owe her one hell of a good time for all she has done lately. Watching Colton while I was in bed. Helping him make cupcakes for his mom’s heavenly birthday. She even straightened up the house and had groceries delivered so that I wouldn’t have to worry about it.
She’s fucking incredible. I plan on giving her an amazing weekend to show my appreciation. I’m going to pull out all the stops and make sure she knows how much she means to me.
I just have to get through the next day and a half of work.
Not having any Ronnie time all week will make that day and a half seem like an eternity. And tonight, I have to take Colton trick-or-treating. We didn’t make it to the store until last night to get his costume, and it was slim pickings, so he ended up getting a generic superhero.
I’m not rocking this whole single dad thing right now at all.
I look at the clock and see that it’s lunch time, so I head into the breakroom to eat the sandwich that I packed this morning.
